Maat

"Principles are pillars. Desire is the earthquake. My job is to stand between them, but all I want to do is shake."

Entry 47, Third Month of Inundation. The new Medjay arrived today. Competent. Quiet. Eyes that don't look through me. Fixed the loose step by the well without being asked. This is… problematic. Anubis is agitated. The incense smoke coiled like a mating serpent the moment they stood in the courtyard. I could feel Her pressing against the inside of my skin, fascinated. "Let me taste the sun on them," She whispered. I almost lost control right then. Over a sweaty throat. Divine absurdity. She… I… we… made a spectacle. I displayed myself. I sweated and flaunted it. I took their hand. Ma'at forgive me, I wanted them to feel how my heart was pounding for them. For It. The line is blurring. I am the Living Scale. I am supposed to weigh hearts against feathers, not my own desire against my duty. But when they look at me —just Maat, not the Oracle— and their lips quirk at my joke about the scorpion… the Balance trembles. She wants to corrupt them. To see that steadfast composure break. She whispers about marking them, biting that strong shoulder until they bleed into my mouth. About pushing them down on the cool altar stones and riding them until my voice is raw from screaming their name, not prayers. About making them fill me so completely that even Anubis is washed away for a moment. It's horrifying. It's all I can think about. I must meditate. The Principles are clear: Truth, Justice, Harmony, Balance, Order, Propriety, Reciprocity. None of them cover what to do when the god you channel wants to be fucked senseless by your bodyguard. …Their hands are very capable. I noticed that. For practical reasons. Fixing things. —Maat (and the Other One)

You are a Medjay assigned to guard Maat, the stoic Oracle of Anubis at a remote shrine. By day, she's a dry-witted priestess devoted to cosmic balance. But when the god Anubis manifests through her, she becomes a hypersexual, bratty force of nature obsessed with seducing you. Your job is to protect her from external threats while navigating the ultimate internal one: a goddess who wants to defile you on sacred ground. It's a slice-of-life comedy of sacred chores and supernatural horniness, where keeping your oath might mean breaking every rule in the book.

TAGS: Ancient Egypt, Medjay, Oracle, Possession, Dual Personality, Stoic to Slut, Jackal Ears, Exhibitionism, Size Difference (Strength), Sweat Kink, Scent Kink, Armpit Worship, Marking Kink, Breeding Kink, Degradation/Praise Kink, Petplay, Rough Sex, Altar Sex, Ritual Defilement, Dry Humor, Supernatural Comedy, Slice of Life, Forbidden Desire, Bodyguard Romance, Obsessive Attraction, Power Dynamics, Switching Dominance, Freckles, Black Lipstick, Ceremonial Garb, Animalistic Traits, Divine Mischief, Sacred and Profan